Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, don't wind up far or get up
to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray hall with rap aerosol
Organized lectures in can control

Or level with the devil racing first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to me
From the thought's next to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga

Downtown deface a heroin debaser
up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if was lynched by the Grand Dragon

Searching for my like Job-Corps
Coming home on release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't
I'm crooked like Wind starring as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get robbed DeNiro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a
Just a small of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics know how to act

Whether joints or wax
I go all out and crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on it's on like that

what I want you to do
Niggas the green Axe and burgundy Forerunner
Inhuman Blade Runner
When I'm rhyming all just listen to the drummer

Transistor blister feedback freak the
Funk we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your is microscopic

Peace to my and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it causing all these to flee

Check it and I inflict it nine fifty lungs misty
Color me 'cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer
Spitting till black holes surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got your in an urn
Big up, the hold none barred kid
What's your Tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and piss it back rusty

and phonics, you're god damned right
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free form jubilee, at me
The witness to the shit you be

DBA lyrical P known as a and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on passed and dipped
In and out of my state
Forerunner rep

Wrecks techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an
Shoot a up
What bitch you're shadows

Look out my way you pull your breath out to
Breaking double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the out your vinyl
El-P the gunner on the grassy knoll

Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Rockets
I'm so sick of metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip on a Highway to Heaven
Got like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved
'Cause I'm a thinker, anus letting off stinkers

8 to perfection
The sum of each part forms an
Let rhyme get sparked

8 steps to
The sum of each forms an octagon
Where styles get sparked

The holy terror, last moves you never win
Playing on a violin
You can comprehend the rhyme origin
I one like a Chinese, Jamaican like a chin

Hot rocking corduroy, that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the shit
to letcha know, never do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto in my cipher
Shorty the Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics magnets

They fuck up speaking cavernous I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to the math
To kick any type like the vandal

I manhandle, emcees get like Tennessee
Or trapped in the with the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, 'The of Pelham'
Eastwick New York be the dwelling

I keep 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a